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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Angela: The Christmas Slave.

Hello Blog!

Its a wonderful Thursday morning during my extra long Christmas break. I love that this vacation is 6 weeks long, because if I were back in high school it would only be 15 days long. LAME. I remember sitting in high school French class counting down the days until my christmas break and complaining about how short it would be.

Now a days, I am actually looking forward to going back to school. I feel confident about who I am and I'm glad I've finally figured it out. Its kind of funny how that happens, and then inevitably, I have to figure it out again. That's life in a constantly changing world.

So, what's been going on lately? Tuesday, I went shopping ALL-DAY-LONG. There is one blister on each of my pinky toes, a painful souvenir. But I'd do it again... its all for the sake of CHRISTMAS! I baked some cookies on Monday... I think?



Yesterday, I spent hours wrapping presents until it felt like my back would never straighten out again. I think I’ve discovered how so many old women get the old lady “hump.” Oh crap, I just had this terrible image of me as Quasimodo ringing bells and wrapping presents like some kind of a drooling sleep deprived maniac. Actually, I’m not so sure that the vision is far from the truth. It won’t be long before I start talking to Santa Claus figurines asking them for advice on my love life.

I am only twenty-one years old! I shouldn’t be a slave to the holidays yet! Aren’t most people immune to these terrors until they have their own families? I’m not even dating anyone… I shouldn’t have to be “Santa’s little helper” until I’m 28 at the earliest.

Anyway, I got all of MY presents wrapped. It is good to have it out of the way, but I am the only one in my family finished. The only presents under our tree are my presents and the one from my Aunt and Uncle. Its not too exciting to look at the wrapped packages and knowing the contents of 98% of them. It takes the mystery out of it.

But really it hasn’t been too bad. I am hoping to go over to my Grandparents house tomorrow. I would have gone today but it snowed a lot and I don’t feel like it would be wise to try and make an expedition when I haven’t been a driver for three months. So, perhaps tomorrow I’ll get over that way.

Then, on Saturday, I am going to participate in a 5K run/walk downtown! I am really excited about this, because I don’t think I’ve ran in a public event in years. The only memories I have are mom or my elementary school gym teachers making me run little races with classmates. Then of course there was Mom and Dad making me run around the yard for all the neighbors to see, as punishment for any rule breaking. Growing up is the pits.

Thankfully, that part of my life is over. Now that I’m past the scarring… I enjoy running. It will be fun to go for a happy little run among friends, or random strangers.

Well… I suppose that’s it for now. Gotta run! No, really. I’ve got to go run.



My sister, me, and my cousin Courtney.

Peace and Love!

P.S. Bad news on the internet front. Apparently I won't have it again until Monday... SOooooo If you need to get ahold of me. Please call the cell. Here's a photo of Dad and me at Panera bread, mooching off of their free internet. Thank you panera. Thank you.

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